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One foot toward the gallows || Titus || - Wolfbane - 11-12-2018 My dreams have all come true Like all good nightmares do RE: One foot toward the gallows || Titus || - Titus - 11-12-2018 titus one day it's here and then it's gone,
how are you still holding on? Restless. Perhaps that is what he is now. He finds himself idle within the chaos that storms in the world around him. There has never been a reason for him to stay where he is now. But for some reason, he was loyal. Loyal to a land that had taken him, kidnapped him from his homeland. Every time Loess needed someone, he was an able body. But for what? Titus could be loyal to anyone or anything. It was within him to do so, full-heartedly to be that someone. Or maybe not. Maybe he was just trying to always grab onto something that was there. Something solid, something functionable. Something that would never disappoint him. Maybe Loess was his home for that reason. A family that could give him what he needed, what he deserved. Nerine had never been that way. It never would have, he thinks now. He cannot help but feel bitter about the way things ended up happening in his life. How can he not come to terms with accepting that? Everything was supposed to be okay now that he reunited with his parents. But he cannot. He will not. The call within the cold winter breeze draws him away from his thoughts he is drowning in. His nutmeg eyes instantly catch the stripped palomino—Wolfbane. The winged stallion’s ears perk curiously at the Loess leader. It wasn’t every day that Wolfbane came looking for him, so he cannot help but wonder what sort of matter the pirate would want with him. Titus instantly puts a friendly smile on when he is greeted by the other Loessian. His question sounds strange and completely out of the blue, but the young stallion doesn’t see himself denying such a request. “It sounds better than being here right now,” he says with chuckle. He was bored out of his mind staying confined within Pampas. It almost seemed worth the risk of getting the plague then standing idle within this new place. “I’d like to go,” he says more officially. “Do you have a place in mind?” Because anywhere was better than here. Well, except going to Nerine, but he doesn’t say that. There was no need, especially when Wolfbane came asking for him specifically. son of rome and porcia male, classic champagne appaloosa ocelot-shifting, wings, immortality @[Wolfbane] RE: One foot toward the gallows || Titus || - Wolfbane - 11-13-2018 My dreams have all come true Like all good nightmares do RE: One foot toward the gallows || Titus || - Titus - 11-17-2018 titus one day it's here and then it's gone,
He wasn’t that depressed to say the least.how are you still holding on? At the words of Wolfbane, it seemed they were not up for more than a day trip to one place. There are several places they would need to visit to gage exactly what sort of changes the plague has brought. Titus knows for sure they are not the only ones that have established themselves in the four safe havens the faeries created for them because of the plague taking over. He nods his head at the pirate lord’s words. The young stallion was up for anything instead of standing idly within their own Eden. Loess was not completely forgotten within the plague, and so he can understand why Wolfbane is eager to see what has happened. Wolfbane was set on ensuring Beqanna did not forget about Loess. They were still strong despite the plague after all. “Oh, I am positive we are not.” Titus replies as he unfolds his wings and takes after Wolfbane into the sky. It has been a while since the spotted stallion has felt the wind beneath his wings, but he has not forgotten how to fly. Titus easily finds himself gaining altitude within the air. It was not hard to get up to the same level Wolfbane was thanks to the eastern coast winds that came in to give him some height into the air. The spotted boy keeps himself at a comfortable distance from Wolfbane as he leads them across the eastern shore of Pampas. His vision carefully glances below, taking in the land and water below them as they fly. Titus catches the words of Wolfbane on the wind, finding that their current position of flying is perfect for him to hear them. He isn’t particularly excited about the question, and he didn’t feel like mentioning anyone or any place to go. But Titus knows he cannot be a stubborn child anymore, he must eventually grow up and get a grip on the way his life has turned out. “Maybe if we have time we can go to Nerine.” He offers, though if they didn’t go there, he wouldn’t have really cared much. At least maybe he should see if his family is there. “I should at least see if my family is okay.” But that was all he could ever muster to care to see. Titus didn’t really have anyone besides those in Nerine and the few he spoke to in Loess. Was he truly that alone? son of rome and porcia male, classic champagne appaloosa ocelot-shifting, wings, immortality @[Wolfbane] RE: One foot toward the gallows || Titus || - Wolfbane - 11-23-2018 My dreams have all come true Like all good nightmares do @[Titus] RE: One foot toward the gallows || Titus || - Titus - 11-30-2018 titus one day it's here and then it's gone, Titus agreed with Wolfbane on his comments about what Nerine might have done once the news of the plague arrived. Nerine was a strong kingdom, and with that came preparing and ensuring the safety of those that lived there. His father, Rome, would have also made sure his mother and siblings were out of harm’s way too. Nothing would have ever stopped his father from protecting his family, and even their home. The winged stallion admired his father’s sense of loyalty to family and home. Perhaps one of the few things he openly would say he did admire.how are you still holding on? “Yeah, that’s right,” he replies, “I’m sure they have found a safe place stay to keep the plague away.” With his nutmeg gaze, he follows Wolfbane dipping down to fly just a bit below of him. He silently shrugs it off, but bites his tongue quickly at the question from Wolfbane. The muddy stallion forces a smile on his hard-chiseled features. “Yeah, Nerine was my home,” he says quickly, trying to push the topic off. He turns his gaze away from Wolfbane and leaves it at. Not another word falls from the lips of the winged stallion. Instead, he finds himself trying to occupy the silence that grows between them by looking down at the area where they are flying over now. He notices the great redwood forest neighbored by the common grounds of the Forest and the various other areas that are bordering the forest. Turning his eyes to the east, he spots another familiar land (though he has never been there before) but the mountains mark it as Hyaline Titus turns his gaze back to Wolfbane after looking over the land. The silence grows awkward. Well, at least for the muddy champagne it does. “I should have grown up in Nerine,” he states flatly. There is a hint of his bitterness in his words. “But my sister and I were kidnapped by a mare named Despayr to Loess.” A name he wishes he could forget all together, but part of him wishes he could find her. God knows what he would do to her if he did ever see her again. “I’m not even sure what the point of us being taken was. We were left alone for a long time. I could have gone back to Nerine, but there was just something in me that didn’t want to go.” He shakes his head slightly at recalling his childhood. There was no point in him unraveling the emotions he experienced and the bitterness he tucked away not long ago. “I guess there was something for me in Loess than Nerine,” he says as a soft smile crosses his lips, his eyes glance over to Wolfbane and then returning ahead of him. son of rome and porcia male, classic champagne appaloosa ocelot-shifting, wings, immortality @[Wolfbane] |